Thursday July 3rd, 2003
Foxfire with Stacy
Since my roommate and I have off tomorrow for Independence Day we
decided we'd get a group together and go out to the bars. This of
course was a thinly veiled plot for me to meet up with Stacy again.
(See June 21st) We ended up going to this little dive bar in North
Hollywood called "The Foxfire lounge." I was told by a friend
of mine that it's where they shot a scene from "Magnolia"
but this is the same guy who knows some weird Hollywoodish fact about
any place we go. I usually assume he's making it up ever since we
were in a restaurant and he told me that it was the one that Robert
Blake was in before he shot his wife and then three weeks later he
said the same thing in another restaurant.
Whenever I picture the kind of places that washed up actors end up
talking about that big Hardee's commercial they were in back in 86'
it usually looks like the Foxfire lounge. The place itself is pretty
cool. I'm fond of any place that doesn't have a dance floor but does
have darts and cheap drinks. The crowd is a little older and a little
more depressing but that's probably from the area.
We told everyone to meet us there at ten so by ten fifteen two other people had shown up. The music on the jukebox revealed a Guns and Roses fan with too many quarters and a woman with a broken heart and an extensive knowledge of the eighties. As the conversation turned to who was working on which show and what was crewing up, a friend and I turned our attention to the dartboard.
We had just started our second game of Cricket when Stacy and anonymous
roommate I don't care about #127 entered the bar. She seemed to almost
be a different person. She was wearing jeans and a tank top which
looked far less formal than the black dress she wore at the party.
Somewhere between "Welcome to the jungle" and "Total
eclipse of the heart" my darts partner took off and Stacy joined
in. She asked me to buy her a drink which I took as a good sign although
something I rarely do. (I'm still poor but I think it's going to a
worthy cause) Two hours later I left the bar holding a napkin with
her phone number on it.
I think I'm starting to get the hang of talking to people. I'll admit,
I've screwed up trying to talk to people a lot in the past and I routinely
don't know where the line is until I've crossed it but I think I'm
getting better. Things are starting to look up a little too. I mean
I haven't been poisoned lately or thrown up on a treadmill so it's
got to be a little better than usual.
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Meeting Stacy
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Tredmill Vomit
